silent tears, and whispered cries, of thoughts i thought i left behind, looking at these painful eyes, making everything so unkind, words that just cant be said, makes everything become confusing, and everything seem so dead but to the sick mind this is amusing, and yet you try to ignore, and hold all of it inside, but the thoughts come back just like before, and now this cant be put aside, as your heart begins to race, and now you begin to cry, sweat drops down your face, you know its your time to die, and without any sign at all, you feel no more pain, and now don't seem so small, everything has now drained, you are free, and now everyone will let you be....
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